Happy Columbus Day to everyone in the States! Ostensibly on this day, we celebrate Christopher Columbus and his discovery of America. And no, I don’t want to quibble about the Indians who were already here or Amerigo Vespucci or Leif Erikson, for that matter.
After all, it’s far too lovely a weekend to argue and frankly the snow and ice will be here before you know it, so let’s get out there and enjoy it, people!
In a nutshell, that’s the sentiment permeating the whole Columbus Day weekend: carpe diem.
If Memorial Day launches summertime’s festivities and Labor Day marks their end, then Columbus Day is Summer’s big ol’ After-Party. The sunlight is rich and golden, even if there’s noticeably less light each day. The trees show off their colorful kaleidoscope, until a sudden breeze lifts away those leaves, dropping them to the ground. It’s a great party and no one wants to say goodbye, but all of it is tinged with a sense of ending.
This weekend, it seems to me, is the absolute best of Autumn, and we find all sorts of ways to seize the day around here, including:
1. The Chicago Marathon. The 36th running of the marathon was yesterday, and I know a couple people who participated. As the mom of a new cross-country runner, I can only guess what kind of euphoria (aka, the “runner’s high”) you might achieve from finishing a 26.2-mile race; I can also only speculate on how much ice one would need afterwards. For me, just walking that far would make me too sore to move for days on end.
2. It’s apple-picking, pumpkin-carving, cider-drinking, hayride-taking, corn-maze-wandering time. It’s been the perfect weekend to do some of those quintessential fall activities — and I’m not talking about raking leaves. That’s for next weekend. As for today… bring on an Oktoberfest or two.
3. Last call for shorts and sandals. Every day, I debate with my sons about whether it is too cold for them to wear shorts. And it’s tricky to determine the cut-off temperature: is anything below 68 degrees out-of-bounds or could we push it to 63 if it’s really, really sunny with no wind? Where does a mom draw the line?
Well, I’m calling it. This is the last weekend for shorts. It’s time to transition before everyone catches pneumonia. I know it’s hard — I wore sandals last week because it was unseasonably warm, but honestly, I felt a little weird about it. No one is going to expire of heat exhaustion because they had to wear jeans when it was 64 degrees outside.
So let’s just enjoy one of the last gorgeous weekends of the fall. Seize the cider and tromp through the leaves — while wearing shorts, of course.
Did you enjoy any fall festivities this weekend? And do you have a cut-off point for wearing shorts or sandals?